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zukkaoru Β· 1 month
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did u guys know that.. genderbending and even transfem-ing your favorite male characters... doesn't actually mean you care about female characters. just some food for thought.
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deiaiko Β· 2 months
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Hoaqin and Viole Coffee/Parfait Date
Thank you @pal-pi for commissioning me UwU)/πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–
Check out the post on Pal's twitter as well πŸ’–
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cindersart Β· 2 years
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jason grace commission for @barbiebarian πŸ₯°Β 
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wineonmytshirt Β· 1 year
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Jen’s 1K Celebration!!! For @maimyoutoo
you are in love // new romantics // state of grace // ivy // my tears ricochet // the story of us // safe and sound // the great war
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strivia Β· 8 months
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Freddie/Grace/Pan OT3 thoughts, they consume me. Mostly metamours Freddie and Pan thoughts tbh. I love them. (And so does Grace πŸ₯°)
When Grace is kissing the other they make a show of being like "ughhh get a room gross" until Grace kisses them too. They're failing to hide their little grin though. It's that sort of OT3
Freddie and Pan end up being surprisingly casually tactile. Like Freddie just flops onto the couch with her head in Pan's lap and starts rambling about something y'know? Are you seeing my vision?
I just need them lying on the couch together and Freddie shoving her hat between them playfully when he tries to kiss her cheek.
The banter. So much banter!!
Playful group dancing around the apartment.
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jasontoddssuper Β· 5 months
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White Jason Todd stans will always tell you that he has no well-written romances with girls in canon so i believed them and followed along with them saying he should be with Roy until i actually read his comics and found out literally all his female love interests have been woc
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chrissymunsons Β· 9 months
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bad like the Barbie πŸ’–
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fullscoreshenanigans Β· 5 months
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starleska Β· 9 days
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[EDIT] well, i've been reliably informed her name is indeed Grace Chasity!!!! clearly need my ears checked πŸ’€ wish me luck in going back through and retagging everything correctly!!! (though i may keep the Grace Chastity tag as well just in case) feel like i've been Berenstain/Berenstein Bear'd!!! guys - is Grace's surname Chasity??? not Chastity?!?! πŸ˜­πŸ™
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leonsliga Β· 4 months
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I need Leon to headlock me
You and me both, dearest anon…you and me both πŸ₯΅
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Honestly I’m not even picky at this point; he can headlock me with the heavy artillery he has for arms or suffocate me with his bubble boobs for all I care. I need him carnally and that’s all I know for sure
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lullybaju Β· 11 months
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Grace came into the world! πŸ’–
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nobodymitskigabriel Β· 16 days
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Obviously I don't stand by Sam telling Jack to imagine Asmodeus in his head in order to use his powers and Jack was right to snap at him for that. It's just that it says something. Very interesting about Sam's own relationship to boundaries that after Jack opens up about something that sounds pretty violating his first recommendation is, Great! Now imagine that happening again! :D
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deiaiko Β· 1 month
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The story of a little boy named Twenty-fifth Night.
Inspired by The Little Prince / Le Petit Prince
Written by @deiaiko Illustrated by @cheer-soli-art Betaed by @jusalilweird
There was a little boy who lived all his life in a dark and cold cave. He built a tower made of rocks, so tall in hopes of reaching the ceiling where light trickled down from between the cracks. It wasn't an easy task, for the sharp edges of the rocks easily made their marks on his unprotected skin. But for him, who had no one but himself and accepted pain as part of his life, it was nothing but a little itch.
A girl showed up from the other side, bathed in blinding light that the boy had never hoped to ever see in his life. Her hair was a lovely shade of gold and her face was littered with stars.
"I shall call you The Twenty-fifth Bam," The girl said, "for I have found you on this night."
"Night of the twenty-fifth," the little boy repeated. At that moment, he finally understood what it meant to be lonely, for he was no longer alone.
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The little boy came to enjoy her company, and for once, he felt content.
His day started when the girl came, and ended when the girl left, for he had nothing else to distinguish between day and night.
He learned what longing meant. He would be bursting with excitement the longer he waited, and he would feel sadder the longer he spent time with her.
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"I shall go and climb the tower myself," said the girl, countless nights later. "This place is not big enough for me. It doesn't have what I want."
It bewildered the little boy, for he was already content with only her presence. "What is it that you want?"
"At the top of the tower, just me and a massive sky with stars that twinkles as far as the eye can see." The girl said dreamily, and the little boy knew she had gone to a place where he couldn't reach.
"What's so good about it?"
"Because stars are supposed to be beautiful, no? That's reason enough."
"How can you say they're beautiful if you have never seen one?"
"Because I believe so."
The little boy didn't understand.
"Can't I come with you?" Because what would his cave become without the sun coming to chase away the darkness?
"No, Bam. The tower is too dangerous for you."
If it's dangerous for me, then wouldn't it be the same for you? The little boy wanted to say. But instead he asked, "Will you be happier then?" With a silent plea that she would say no.
"I will."
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The tower was a place the little boy could never have imagined. It was colorful yet blinding, vast yet crowded, and the fresh air smelled like doom.
The little boy had never felt so small. It was so overwhelming that he couldn't really register what he had done, until a firm hand took his and they ran.
The owner of that firm hand was just a boy like himself. Unlike the little boy however, he had hair the color of the vast sky, his steps were surer, and his eyes were sharper.
The blue haired boy extended his hand and smiled with all teeth, "Shake my hand, and we shall climb the tower together."
"Why me? I am weak. I will be of no use." The little boy shrunk away.
"It's no matter." The blue haired boy's eyes softened. "Your company is enough."
The little boy smiled and shakily took his hand.
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The little boy stood by the balcony, looking at the twinkling night sky above. Soon the last test would be held.
"Those lights up there, do you see them?" The little boy pointed at the light above to his blue haired companion.
"I do."
"I think they're lonely. So far above, out of reach and apart from each other." The little boy sighed wistfully. "Will you leave me too?"
"Why should I?" His companion tilted his head, finding the question very absurd.
"Because of the beautiful stars."
"Stars are nothing to me but a myth."
This time it was the little boy who tilted his head. "But aren't they beautiful?"
"I wouldn't know until I saw one."
That was something that the little boy could finally agree with.
"Then what does beautiful mean?" The little boy asked, curious.
"You." His companion said easily.Β  "I have seen a lot of pretty jewels, but none of them shine as pretty as your eyes. I have heard plenty of songs and played different instruments, but none of them brought as much joy as your laugh."
The little boy blushed at the compliment. "Then I shall laugh more often, so that the stars will envy me."
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The little boy ended up being the one to leave, not by his own volition.Β  He lost his companions, so what reason was there to laugh? What reason for him to be beautiful if there was no one to acknowledge it?
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After years of anguish and loneliness, the little boy finally got his companions back. But something was still lost. Something had changed. Yet the boy didn't know what that was. So as per usual, when his feelings were tangled and nothing seemed to make sense, he went to the balcony to seek the answers in the vast sky.
His blue haired companion noticed and decided to join him in silence. It was exactly like what they did all those years ago, yet it didn't feel the same.
"I love looking at the sky. Bright blue at day and deep blue at night, it's beautiful." The little boy said, when he noticed his companion's not so subtle glances. "It is beautiful because it always reminds me of you."
His companion blushed. "Is that so?"
The little boy smiled wistfully. "When I missed you, I would look at the sky."
"How often?"
"Every chance I got."
There was an unreadable expression on his companion's face. "All this time, I thought you were gone for good."
The little boy bowed his head, not knowing what to say.
"So even if you're standing next to me right now, it somehow feels as if you're still out of my reach." His companion confessed, and it broke the little boy's heart.
"Then, hold me! See that I'm right here, still within reach." The little boy looked at his companion, pleading and desperate. "And when you do, make me stay."
His companion cupped the little boy's cheeks that were streaked with tears. "I see. You're no longer the light that was hung up above."
"I am not." The little boy smiled. "I am The Twenty-fifth Night, and the lights are my friends."
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frenchgremlim1808 Β· 2 years
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Strangers thingsΒ Drake memes
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punkeropercyjackson Β· 5 months
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Fav afrolatino Percy hcs?
Ooooo!!!
His name is actually short for Perseo instead of Perseus and his middle name is Isadore!!
If you want to know what he looks like in my head,it's @/silima's design for him!
Calls Sally 'MamΓ­'πŸ’™
His favorite dominican foods are (blue ofc) flan and juelitas
Being a third gen afro-dominican inmigrant is one of the biggest reason's he went punk
He loves latino cartoons so much!!
Speaks spanish flunetly
Takes VERY good care of his hair
Dosen't use nigga constantly but enough that it's a common part of his vocabulary(Ik you're nonblack so if you're uncomfortable with this one lmk,i just don't mind if my nonblack friends interact with my posts where i use it since they're not saying it!)
All his durags are blue
All the other Big Three Kids are black too and that's why they get along so well but also why him and Thalia clashed at first due to different experiences with blackness
This also goes for Rachel!!!Black inmigrant solidarityβ™‘
Has absolutely no time for latino machoism or black toxic masculinity and is actually proudly a transfem man(bigender)!!!You can thank Sally for that <3
Him and Annabeth=Black femme/Stud solidarity.They call eachother 'Ocean Girl' and 'Wise Guy' for gender validation!!
His favorite disney princesses are Tiana and Brandy's Cinderella
And he stans Megan Thee Stallion and Ice Spice!!
Can best be described as 'the black sitcom protagonist's cool older sibling trope'
Poc4Poc in general but generally prefers to date black women(Regardless of what kind they are)
White people jokes are his jam
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ask-north Β· 6 months
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Darla looked them over as she chuckled to Wisterias child-like fight with Silas as she approached them "Fighting now babies who cant fight back Wisteria?" she said playfully "Is Aster next?" she asked with a harmless smile before glancing over Silas as she chuckled softly giving a soft pet over the head "What a cute pup you are..." she said to Silas before turning to north "He is super young, cant even talk yet..." she murmured "He seems too young to be away from parents...i hope he wasn't ripped away from them wherever they got him for you..." she remarked lightly
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✧ The tiny ghost loudly huffed, she seemed to take offence from Darla's comment. Of course, she'd never hurt her own family! The fox wasn't her family so he didn't count, obviously. She dramatically crossed her arms before turning away angrily, she paid no attention to her as she approached Silas.
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✧ Silas swatted at the older Zorua's tail before chasing it around in an attempt to playfully nip it, seems he found something new to play with. North, however, seemed more focused on Darla's question, she didn't even think to tell him anything.
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✧ North looked a bit confused about what she was saying, rather than truly understanding she just was repeating something she was told. She paused thinking for a long moment before worry began to show in her expression.
North: ...Did I do something bad?
✧ She asked confused, her voice suddenly sounded shrill, almost cracking as she spoke. Her worry quickly shifted into guilt and panic upon finally realizing what Darla meant.
North: Is he too young? North: I don't want him to miss his mom!! I don't want them to take him away either! Mom already said, If I didn't take care of him she would take him back! But- I love Silas lots I don't want him to leave!
✧ North couldn't stop herself from nervously rambling on in a panic. When she finally seemed to stop she just fell silent.
-> North appears to be suddenly lost for words.
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